The hunter laughed, his rifle bright,
his boots like thunder in the night--
but deep within the twisted trees,
something stirred among the leaves.
Not a whisper, not a sound,
just breath like smoke along the ground.
A shadow moved--too fast, too wrong,
its eyes like embers burning strong.
"You took her life, now you will see--"
"the price of blood belongs to me."
The...
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